to contain

so soft are the edges

that boil and slide

inside the copper

a sweet fragrance

like sugar or moist tobacco

begging your tongue

to heat it

to bravely risk stringent addiction

tasting and….

moving

like a wild snake

coiling intelligence

looping and falling

willing

to swell in gravy waves

grasping the rim like a mouth

or fingers

to wander like an octopus

free my heart

to wild and gilded

overflow….

perhaps so hot it will fall through

unwelcome molten love

thickly sweating holes

into things

you thought were real

E. YES

I open

my

eye

S

Eeeeee.

E

YES

wiser and wiser

The experiencer

I am the experiencer

necromancer too

wizard of the sky

my feet are curved like moons

I taste the surface of this earth

or my imagination

portaling through

dissolution death

seated in soft blooms

innocent

flying inside

spread eagled in my sphere

following the crows

on course

to blue star

heart music

a snaky illumination

a shimmering song

a magnetic tune

falling through my body

filling and rolling my throat

I give birth

an orange large and juicy

shining over billowing thighs

and now

I balance

upon my golden navigation tool

reflect upon me

bouncing through this sweaty life

soft skin of face against your rough sprouting chest

following the blue note

underneath my breast

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The Perfect Game

hours I spent with my cheek against your spirit

smoothing the walls

of a private utopia

a summer of thought

sweet like balloons of sugar

mouthful of music

sometimes a note that matched my heart

claiming me

with words like sacred and heat

now

back from the platform in his throat

where I sat waiting

blowing down the vagus tunnel

oh I had a nerve

I felt his irrational glare like a flaying of crumpled skin

so ancient

adhered thoroughly

scraping away

with kerosine and lime

it animated him

you know

his fear

it wriggled and bubbled and tried to smile

heartless in truth

delivered on a sharp edge

an excluded mind acting alone

weakened

defending himself against consumption

I saw my pain on his face

I sat thoughtfully and recognised myself

I was braced

I was brave

back to back with his mother

and her

the she in he who stood tall with her gun

and yet there I was like a photograph torn at the edges

spread like honey

projected and hot

then curled like a ball of inflamed infant

on the platform in his throat

tightly clasped with grand miserly fingers

painted red

but I am a man he says sticking his dick out.

hmmm

but do you love your penis darling, really love it

the way it should be loved

with all of you

be there when you touch it and soon you will come

to know yourself…

I swept me over with a fine tooth comb

willing fresh change

releasing our agreement

the agreement to love

consume

abandon

this purpose is warming

the perfect game

a ritual quest

for true ecstasy

flowing with it

the love

deep

real

unconditional

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le sucre le plus doux

to feel it sweeeeeep

like a flying wasp

beautiful and bold

hovering above my bed

eyeing me thoughtfully

a virtue of vibration

sprinkling by

gold upon my pinkened cheek

promise of liberation

and

or

exquisite pain

then

a downward swoop

wild laughing

out of almost nowhere

brushing me dangerously

causing a swell of squeal

to bubble up with other singing

and crystal

in a sound bath of intensity

and ooooooo…..O

V

E

R

but only

just beginning to

fill my eager pillow

with

love

le sucre le plus doux

merging stars

you are like an elixir

and we are merging stars

in one stolen breath at 8.24

abandon to beautiful

then hours of sweet alone

immersed

stretched and alive

quiet but for the soaring song of birds

and the sound of worship

pushing from my body in waves of deep base invitation

softly stroking ancient pain

meeting myself in a dark alley

the alchemy of blending stars

making new light

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gone magic me

hold me in your crumbling arms

I am nothing

perfumed and placating

slide me through the dust

momentary corner smile on red heart face

then

gone magic me

breathspark particles

release from nowhere

man

his pipe

is damp

non existent pipe

relief into black

psychedelic portals in holographic space suit

wild number 4

silver and naked

imprinted on mass

conference of flesh

marking randomly

X

tattoo of increasingly wilder dreams

I surrender

again

moving shaping

embodying

charred hands relax

crumble and pour

flooding eyes with

terrible ghosts stitches and masks

in my mirror

dead child celebrating temporary

sweet

hidden under skeptical

heart

pretending naivety from cube of thorough console

smiling

crying

heating

switching off light

and leaving

gone magic me

Real

take off your makeup

and your clothes

rid yourself

of fear that clutters

your god’s markmaking

slough off the murky bitter

the security blankets that shroud you

like oppression

like religion

kick the habit

wear your skin like the fucking fleshly vestment that it is

pay tribute to your creative force

the life painter

the lover who kisses

moment after moment after precious endless moment

proud of the time it took to reach now

feeling you exquisitely

from the inside

Heathen Altar

I am an altar on which to spread your length

flesh and soft take me in your teeth

an offering, splayed and wide

a hot invite

a worthy sacrifice

a beckoning

an easy conquest?

but for the riot asked of you

to bleed your ancient pain

release from all mundane

lids tremble

gleaming slit

a challenge

to ride the channel

from dark beauty perfumed dirt

arse to heart

at the risk of

breaking

glass

you

palm my solar plexus

and wind your fervent speaking through bars of windmill mind

brave and serpentine

the shaking and pleading

the pantomime

of

ego

in exchange

for

her

receptivity

her

internal universe

her

rising tidal groan

on a wave of relentless heat

Incandescent Arousal

shifting me

he shudders

my entirety

body

arching

exhale

he spills inwardly

returning home

we meet

in a temple of heated light

incandescent arousal

sex is god and it becomes us

the beauty

transported in a flume of electricity

water

lethal

a whirling dervish of time

a nucleus or an ion I am

something somewhere somehow

I go

he took me

to a place of infinite flexibility

where I will arch backwards

forever

an eternity of dissolving

expanding

everything

nothing

deepening

to earth into earth tasting earth

rubbing through me

releasing

healing

being

a lion a dancer a painter a breath

life death

…….. birthing earth

renewal

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